Hats off to Robotech season two.
A meteorite didn't strike the planet. Ryo wasn't hit by a car and lose his human memories. The two weren't mugged while walking. All in all: Ryo had to admit that his luck had to be improving. With all the alterations to reality though, Ryo had really hoped that the bus could have been less crowded, but there lady luck was still shelling out short. Ryo wondered if this was how his pack of digimon cards felt. Speaking of cards, Ryo had on one of his more lonely days -back when they had been separated from their digimon after the D-Reaper war-, actually tried to Card Slash the 'Tai'game card. The D-Arc's screen had flashed 'data not compatible with new operating system.' If Ryo had ever needed to prove to himself that he was a fool, that day had been the proof, he was also a lucky fool. What had he been hoping? For Tai to appear out of thin air? What would have Ryo done then? Tai still wouldn't remember him; he'd just be freaked out by this kid who SAID they knew each other. And whose to say what age Tai would have been? The age when the card was made? Ryo knew that time moved differently between realities due to the imbalance in the various digital worlds, (Apoklimon had been just -one- of the sources) Tai might not even still be alive in the Destine's world. Heh. The card might have even turned him INTO Tai for all Ryo knew. The D- Arc's programming was so meta-physical in nature, even their creators weren't sure of all they could do. In spite of being a world born from the world's computers, logic only applied as often as not in the digital world, and the D-Arcs needed to barrow those warped rules in order to work in the material world.
Ryo realized he'd fully deserve it if a rock falling from the sky hit him. He had done this. He had rushed head first into this like a goggle boy without asking for anyone's help. All because he didn't think, no, because he knew they'd never believe him if he told them the truth of what this data was he wanted to get out of Monodramon. He could have lied and said it was the dragon Dava's information, but Henry was a smart kid, he would have figured out that wasn't what Ryo had been aiming for.
The two digimon were surprised when the bus driver instead of asking for money scanned their eyes, came up with a total, and let them on board. Apparently with a lot of digimon who didn't wear cloths, the idea of the wallet in this reality was reserved only for high level humanoid digimon. This reality? It was the same reality Ryo had always . . . okay . . . recently been in, he had just screwed it up! Rika wasn't the only kid who knew how to dodge truant officers, and Ryo put those skills to the test when he got off the bus and made it to Rika's place.
While Ryo did show concern for his fellow Tamers, Monodramon stayed quite about the original digimon. Monodramon had never formed the friendship the other Tamer digimon shared with their fellow digital monsters, maybe he felt like Ryo did: that he too no longer belonged anywhere, no longer had a place he could ever completely call home. After all, most digimon didn't have their data mixed in with an insane god mega's that turned you into a completely different 'mon when you digivolved. Some humans might have blinked at this, but digimon, when they evolve, in spite of their change in appearance, normally maintain their personalities. While digimon went through fixed stages, as far as their personality went, they changed slowly over time just like humans did. Walking down the street, Ryo still couldn't get over seeing so many digimon going about normal human activities. Ryo remembered some of the cartoons he had watched as a child, set in worlds were animals went about like humans. He had loved them as much as any child, but he no more wanted to live one anymore than he did now. Plus, he had grown into preferring the action/adventure shows. And again, Ryo wondered, was he crying over spilled milk? Was there any hope of him restoring the world? And what if he couldn't? Would it really make a difference? In a translated story he had once read on the web (Henry wasn't the only one with a net connection) had a man who wished humans had evolved from zebras opposed to apes, thinking it would make humans less violent. It hadn't changed a single thing. Had Ryo really done anything more than change the world's window dressing? What was different really? What could be different?
"Hey get out of my way lady!"
"Get out of -my- way ugly!"
Ryo took a look across the street to see a dark lizardmon and a greymon who had bumped into each other. A little weird given how much Japanese emphasized manners and the like. The digimon around Ryo and Monodramon looked at this for barely a moment before going on with their own lives. However, the two digimon weren't about to let either pass less they lose their pride. They stared knives at each other for several seconds. Then it happened. The greymon charged and snapped his jaws were the dark lizardmon's head had been a moment before, she had ducked and now charged at this throat, and cut it open. He couldn't even scream she had sliced through his vocal cords and windpipe with her claws. He continued to try and attack her to at least drag her down with him, but she avoided his dying body easily. He hit the ground with a thud before his data dissolved. But none of this shocked Ryo more then what happened next. The greymon's data bits were drawn into the female, she did it calmly and without regret, no one else on the street even gave her mind. Ryo just stood there stunned for several seconds. This couldn't be real. Please whatever power ruled the universe let this not be real. But it was as real as everything else Ryo had gone through that day. His insides began to twist and warp. Seeing the expression on his Tamer's face, Mondramon helped Ryo into an alcove on their side of the street, where Ryo properly lost his breakfast. Monodramon said nothing, he only looked on in sympathy as a new reality hit Ryo hard.
South Sector Digimon: violence was their god perhaps even before Zhuqiaomon. What is the death of an enemy to them? Even over the slightest thing? It is the digital monster way.
Monodramon wasn't a real south sector digimon, but Renamon, Terriermon, Impmon, they had all LEARNED that there was more to life than fighting, contact with humans had introduced them to the concepts of existence without the -need- for violence. They had broken their programming, but that didn't make it go away. Of course there were exceptions, MarinAngemon being a holy-type, by his nature disliked violence, but he had only been one for a short time before he met Kenta. As for Guardromon and Kazu. Well, every world had it's noble idealistic fool. But these were still exceptions, and they didn't dictate the rules. Anyone who denounced humanity for it's own violent tendencies had never set foot in Zhuqiaomon's domain. Do not murder. Those words meant nothing to a digimon who had never been joined with a human other. They knew what killing was, but they couldn't understand the word 'murder' but that didn't mean they couldn't do it.
Ryo curled into a ball and cried. Glade at least digimon broke the rules or reptile biology and he had tear ducts. Monodramon patted his other on his shoulder, letting him know he wasn't alone.
"I did all of this Monodramon. That woman was just following instincts she thinks she's had her whole life. I killed that man. I'm a murderer. Anyone who dies because of this change, I've killed them all. Monodramon, if I forget, make me remember no matter what, I don't deserve to live in the bliss of ignorance."
"Ryo! You didn't know this was going to happen! There was no way you could have known! Don't beat yourself up on something you had no knowledge of!"
"That's the problem! I didn't have any knowledge of it, and yet I went ahead anyway."
"How often did the goggle boys do that and it paid off? Ryo . . . you're my friend. The only one I've ever really had. I may not have been programmed for you like Millenniumon, but humans aren't exactly programmed for each other either."
"We should never take chances unless we know all the out comes." "How do you think I feel?" Monodramon snapped. "I've got to be the only digimon in history whose never been able to figure out how to keep his personality when he goes to his ultimate stage. It's like I'm riding back seat in my own mind when I'm Cyberdramon! It's scares me Ryo! It always has! It's like one day, I am, he is, going to hurt you or someone else you or me cares about! . . . I took a chance and Fusion Digivolved with Millenniumon, and it saved your soul Ryo. I didn't know all the out comes. But before I even did it, I thought one thing, 'no regretes' but because I did the best I could with what I knew."
" . . . Thanks . . . I needed that . . . now come on! Let's get to Rika's while we still young!"
"Good to hear you say that."
To be continued . . .
~~ ~~~
Flames, rants, reviews: good or bad, comments, reactions, praise, insults, denouement,suggestions on what should happen next (very welcome), insults, kind words, and occasional constructive criticism all welcome.
Please just don't write 'MORE!' It leaves me feeling empty and uninspired.
And if you want to just insult ME, do it over e-mail, I keep it public for a reason. That goes double for any reactions you had to any of MY reviews!
And please spare me any 'four letter words' in your flames, they make you look bad, not me.
A meteorite didn't strike the planet. Ryo wasn't hit by a car and lose his human memories. The two weren't mugged while walking. All in all: Ryo had to admit that his luck had to be improving. With all the alterations to reality though, Ryo had really hoped that the bus could have been less crowded, but there lady luck was still shelling out short. Ryo wondered if this was how his pack of digimon cards felt. Speaking of cards, Ryo had on one of his more lonely days -back when they had been separated from their digimon after the D-Reaper war-, actually tried to Card Slash the 'Tai'game card. The D-Arc's screen had flashed 'data not compatible with new operating system.' If Ryo had ever needed to prove to himself that he was a fool, that day had been the proof, he was also a lucky fool. What had he been hoping? For Tai to appear out of thin air? What would have Ryo done then? Tai still wouldn't remember him; he'd just be freaked out by this kid who SAID they knew each other. And whose to say what age Tai would have been? The age when the card was made? Ryo knew that time moved differently between realities due to the imbalance in the various digital worlds, (Apoklimon had been just -one- of the sources) Tai might not even still be alive in the Destine's world. Heh. The card might have even turned him INTO Tai for all Ryo knew. The D- Arc's programming was so meta-physical in nature, even their creators weren't sure of all they could do. In spite of being a world born from the world's computers, logic only applied as often as not in the digital world, and the D-Arcs needed to barrow those warped rules in order to work in the material world.
Ryo realized he'd fully deserve it if a rock falling from the sky hit him. He had done this. He had rushed head first into this like a goggle boy without asking for anyone's help. All because he didn't think, no, because he knew they'd never believe him if he told them the truth of what this data was he wanted to get out of Monodramon. He could have lied and said it was the dragon Dava's information, but Henry was a smart kid, he would have figured out that wasn't what Ryo had been aiming for.
The two digimon were surprised when the bus driver instead of asking for money scanned their eyes, came up with a total, and let them on board. Apparently with a lot of digimon who didn't wear cloths, the idea of the wallet in this reality was reserved only for high level humanoid digimon. This reality? It was the same reality Ryo had always . . . okay . . . recently been in, he had just screwed it up! Rika wasn't the only kid who knew how to dodge truant officers, and Ryo put those skills to the test when he got off the bus and made it to Rika's place.
While Ryo did show concern for his fellow Tamers, Monodramon stayed quite about the original digimon. Monodramon had never formed the friendship the other Tamer digimon shared with their fellow digital monsters, maybe he felt like Ryo did: that he too no longer belonged anywhere, no longer had a place he could ever completely call home. After all, most digimon didn't have their data mixed in with an insane god mega's that turned you into a completely different 'mon when you digivolved. Some humans might have blinked at this, but digimon, when they evolve, in spite of their change in appearance, normally maintain their personalities. While digimon went through fixed stages, as far as their personality went, they changed slowly over time just like humans did. Walking down the street, Ryo still couldn't get over seeing so many digimon going about normal human activities. Ryo remembered some of the cartoons he had watched as a child, set in worlds were animals went about like humans. He had loved them as much as any child, but he no more wanted to live one anymore than he did now. Plus, he had grown into preferring the action/adventure shows. And again, Ryo wondered, was he crying over spilled milk? Was there any hope of him restoring the world? And what if he couldn't? Would it really make a difference? In a translated story he had once read on the web (Henry wasn't the only one with a net connection) had a man who wished humans had evolved from zebras opposed to apes, thinking it would make humans less violent. It hadn't changed a single thing. Had Ryo really done anything more than change the world's window dressing? What was different really? What could be different?
"Hey get out of my way lady!"
"Get out of -my- way ugly!"
Ryo took a look across the street to see a dark lizardmon and a greymon who had bumped into each other. A little weird given how much Japanese emphasized manners and the like. The digimon around Ryo and Monodramon looked at this for barely a moment before going on with their own lives. However, the two digimon weren't about to let either pass less they lose their pride. They stared knives at each other for several seconds. Then it happened. The greymon charged and snapped his jaws were the dark lizardmon's head had been a moment before, she had ducked and now charged at this throat, and cut it open. He couldn't even scream she had sliced through his vocal cords and windpipe with her claws. He continued to try and attack her to at least drag her down with him, but she avoided his dying body easily. He hit the ground with a thud before his data dissolved. But none of this shocked Ryo more then what happened next. The greymon's data bits were drawn into the female, she did it calmly and without regret, no one else on the street even gave her mind. Ryo just stood there stunned for several seconds. This couldn't be real. Please whatever power ruled the universe let this not be real. But it was as real as everything else Ryo had gone through that day. His insides began to twist and warp. Seeing the expression on his Tamer's face, Mondramon helped Ryo into an alcove on their side of the street, where Ryo properly lost his breakfast. Monodramon said nothing, he only looked on in sympathy as a new reality hit Ryo hard.
South Sector Digimon: violence was their god perhaps even before Zhuqiaomon. What is the death of an enemy to them? Even over the slightest thing? It is the digital monster way.
Monodramon wasn't a real south sector digimon, but Renamon, Terriermon, Impmon, they had all LEARNED that there was more to life than fighting, contact with humans had introduced them to the concepts of existence without the -need- for violence. They had broken their programming, but that didn't make it go away. Of course there were exceptions, MarinAngemon being a holy-type, by his nature disliked violence, but he had only been one for a short time before he met Kenta. As for Guardromon and Kazu. Well, every world had it's noble idealistic fool. But these were still exceptions, and they didn't dictate the rules. Anyone who denounced humanity for it's own violent tendencies had never set foot in Zhuqiaomon's domain. Do not murder. Those words meant nothing to a digimon who had never been joined with a human other. They knew what killing was, but they couldn't understand the word 'murder' but that didn't mean they couldn't do it.
Ryo curled into a ball and cried. Glade at least digimon broke the rules or reptile biology and he had tear ducts. Monodramon patted his other on his shoulder, letting him know he wasn't alone.
"I did all of this Monodramon. That woman was just following instincts she thinks she's had her whole life. I killed that man. I'm a murderer. Anyone who dies because of this change, I've killed them all. Monodramon, if I forget, make me remember no matter what, I don't deserve to live in the bliss of ignorance."
"Ryo! You didn't know this was going to happen! There was no way you could have known! Don't beat yourself up on something you had no knowledge of!"
"That's the problem! I didn't have any knowledge of it, and yet I went ahead anyway."
"How often did the goggle boys do that and it paid off? Ryo . . . you're my friend. The only one I've ever really had. I may not have been programmed for you like Millenniumon, but humans aren't exactly programmed for each other either."
"We should never take chances unless we know all the out comes." "How do you think I feel?" Monodramon snapped. "I've got to be the only digimon in history whose never been able to figure out how to keep his personality when he goes to his ultimate stage. It's like I'm riding back seat in my own mind when I'm Cyberdramon! It's scares me Ryo! It always has! It's like one day, I am, he is, going to hurt you or someone else you or me cares about! . . . I took a chance and Fusion Digivolved with Millenniumon, and it saved your soul Ryo. I didn't know all the out comes. But before I even did it, I thought one thing, 'no regretes' but because I did the best I could with what I knew."
" . . . Thanks . . . I needed that . . . now come on! Let's get to Rika's while we still young!"
"Good to hear you say that."
To be continued . . .
~~ ~~~
Flames, rants, reviews: good or bad, comments, reactions, praise, insults, denouement,suggestions on what should happen next (very welcome), insults, kind words, and occasional constructive criticism all welcome.
Please just don't write 'MORE!' It leaves me feeling empty and uninspired.
And if you want to just insult ME, do it over e-mail, I keep it public for a reason. That goes double for any reactions you had to any of MY reviews!
And please spare me any 'four letter words' in your flames, they make you look bad, not me.